My Sexual Evolution

I've always heard about peoples' sexual habits evolving from the standard one-on-one missionary position/roll over and go to sleep routine, but I never thought it would happen for me. I started out with the secret encounters with nice boys and a few girls (hey it was high school) one on one, with someone on top of the other. Occasionally, we'd spoon or go doggy style if we were feeling bold. As I got older, I discovered the wonders of orgies. Oh, they were fantastic! So many lithe bodies undulating in a sensual motion, using our bodily moisture to slide in and out of each other... ah, I loved college!

When I turned twenty one, I went for a lot of one night stands (ONSs) to fill the void in my life and the empty space in my mouth. It was fun for a while, but I soon suffered from burnout just like postal workers do - except I didn't wig out and shoot people. Now I'm into something that at first I thought was silly: I'm now into role playing.

On those lonely nights when I'm in bed touching myself, my mind wanders to certain sexy situations that wouldn't happen in real life. Once I was a boy scout selling light bulbs door to door. I knock on the door and a man in a bath robe answers. Then I give my spiel about how I'm trying to raise money for our camping trips so us young and nubile young men wouldn't have to share sleeping bags and cuddle with each other for warmth at night. The man invites me in so I can give him a private demonstration. Then I tell him that I'm famous in my troop for selling the light bulbs because I'm the best at screwing. As I step up onto a stool to change the bulb in his ceiling, he looks at my quick, rippling, and soft body bulging out of my tiny boy scout shorts. I lose my balance and he catches me. To show my gratitude, I offer him anything he wants... ANYTHING! You know what happens next.

Wasn't that hot? I love imagining situations like that. My friends tell me that it can be dangerous to get swept up in fantasies because I'd end up jaded in the real world. But there's no innuendo in the real world anymore! There aren't any precarious situations that can ultimately end up in red hot wild greasy monkey sex. There are no boy scout uniforms that fit me the way they do in my fantasies!

I really am considering writing a book that chronicles my sexual escapades. I don't see a lot of gay sex point of view books anymore. Xaviera Hollander had wild success when she wrote her books in the 70s. I want to be the next Xaviera, but instead of the Happy Hooker, I'd be the Boisterous Blowjob Boy.